We all scramble through this world,
of whispered secrets, and some of us...
Hurt more than others... But you,
are so lovely.You are ballet perfect, pink silk ribbons,
stained with little ink verses
enchanting end rhyme.
You are my alliteration, Every ounce of assonance,
all reckless disregard for my own ideas,I write for you.
I write for the hurting ones to heal,
(or at least find peace)
I write for your lostness.I sit and write for hours on end because
You Move Me.
And I feel so very blessed.